::writes "PARTY!" on calendar for June 7, adds "CONTINUTED" to June 8::
Totally.
I wear the cheese. It does not wear me.
Cheese Man ,'Chosen'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hil R. - May 02, 2006 6:25:38 pm PDT #2405 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
beth b - May 02, 2006 6:34:47 pm PDT #2406 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
so my neighbor just came over - the one that cuts and dyes my hair - she just passed her test for her comotology license -- she was bouncing around and jumping up and down. This was her second tiem takeing the practical exam ( she passed the written with high marks the first time) - 5 out of the 7 students in the room , failed.
Anne W. - May 02, 2006 7:15:51 pm PDT #2407 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
You know what I hate about the lead-in to the monthly Communist Invasion? It's the bouts of raging paranoia that come with it. It's like "going to the garden to eat worms" PLUS. I know it's all chemical, but I still feel like an awful person, like people are talking about me behind my back, that when people say nice things, they're only being polite, etc. I know it's completely irrational (well, mostly completely), but that still doesn't help all that much. I need to be careful not to talk to people one-on-one at times like this, or I'll start whining things like "do you still love me?" or "do you hate me?" and no one likes that kind of thing.
(off to take some Premsyn)
DavidS - May 02, 2006 7:27:40 pm PDT #2408 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
but I still feel like an awful person, like people are talking about me behind my back,
Well, they are, but it's mostly "I wish my hair was as shiny as Anne's!"
that when people say nice things, they're only being polite
Polite but jealous.
Scrappy - May 02, 2006 7:28:02 pm PDT #2409 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I am so there, Anne.
Sincerely,
Crampy McParanoiapants
Atropa - May 02, 2006 7:39:30 pm PDT #2410 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
It's the bouts of raging paranoia
Heh. My friend Alexia and I have been known to call each other and start the conversation with "Tell me I'm crazy." The usual response is "You're crazy. I'm not mad at you, it's just hormones."
Sometimes the response is "You're crazy. Oh, is THAT why I've been wanting to cry or kill people or both?"
Edited to remove a "not". In these cases, crazy = good.
erikaj - May 02, 2006 7:41:24 pm PDT #2411 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
I can top this. Don't even need the hormones to do it. I secretly believe every time people don't call me back it's cause they don't have the stones to tell me I'm boring and/or a jerk.
Atropa - May 02, 2006 7:47:16 pm PDT #2412 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I secretly believe every time people don't call me back it's cause they don't have the stones to tell me I'm boring and/or a jerk.
Okay, this? This is crazy talk. Just so you know. Because it's not remotely true.
erikaj - May 02, 2006 7:48:51 pm PDT #2413 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
I know. But is it my first thought a lot anyway? Yes.
Cass - May 02, 2006 7:53:21 pm PDT #2414 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
it's mostly "I wish my hair was as shiny as Anne's!"I really wish mine were. Anne has fabulous hair.
Dinner was num. Made a champagne sauce (cause I wanted to open the bottle) for some grilled salmon and pattypan squashes. One of the squashes committed suicide in the microwave and barfed its squash-y guts up. Mom of Cass washed up. Such the nice mommy. Ima have another glass of champagne, some strawberries and sour cream and then pass out on my amazingly stable bed. It's fabulous.